The Old Timer

This old timer looks a bit long in the tooth, doesn't he?  Poor guy, sitting out on the porch all day and all night, by himself.  It is so interesting that I am so taken by Jack-O-Lanterns.  They just seem so human to me, and I am the one that makes them human, so after one is created, I pay attention to how they are doing.  And this is silly, but I feel sad when they deteriorate like this.  So he will probably be on his way to the compost heap tomorrow.  But he served us well,  and proved that an small electric light bulb was much better than burning a giant candle as it's source of illumination.  I will miss not having him on the porch.